AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

"Like that episode where Gilligan gets sick of being teased
And he breaks into the Professor's lab and makes some LSD
Peaks freaks and eats the Skipper's brains then beats Ginger with coconuts
As Mr. Howell and Lovey burn alive inside of their grass hut
Oh he'll kill again that Gilligan they should of let him be
And like a postal clerk I'll go berserk if you don't stop teasing me
see the trick is only pick on those that can't do you no harm
Like the drummer from Def Leppard's only got one arm"

I dont know whether or not its because Im a guy, or because Im wearing blue, or because I said the secret fucking word, but I am SICK of getting shit at work. Everyday, I feel a bit closer to mooning everyone in the building, or perhaps just launching into a rage filled rant wherein I dont censor myself ("Rhonda, I would say it was about to get ugly in here, but you've been at work for hours!")

Good GOD. AGGGGGGGGGGHHHH! OWWWWWWOWWWWWWWWWWWWW! RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHH!

FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK.

I feel no better.